The Ghost of Popcorn Hill
““See you in the morning, gang.” Mr. Tracy waved to the boys as the truck jolted down the hillside.
“I wish Daddy didn’t have to go to work,” Peter said uneasily. “I wish he could stay home.”
“Let’s look for the sheepdog,” Martin suggested. “It won’t be dark for a while.” And we won’t have to think about Tom Buffle.
They had barely sat down on their favorite rock when the big dog ambled out of the orchard. He looked up at the boys and began to run in circles at the foot of the hill.
“What’s he d...oing?” Peter wondered.
Martin frowned. “I think he’s doing what sheepdogs do when they’re working,” he said. “They run in circles and round up the sheep. Only he doesn’t have any sheep.”
“He could have us,” Peter said suddenly. “We could let him round us up, and maybe we’d get close enough to pet him.”
They ran down the hill, but as soon as they reached the bottom, the sheepdog darted back into the orchard. He waited for them to follow, then dashed away again.MoreLess
“I wish Daddy didn’t have to go to work,” Peter said uneasily. “I wish he could stay home.”
“Let’s look for the sheepdog,” Martin suggested. “It won’t be dark for a while.” And we won’t have to think about Tom Buffle.
They had barely sat down on their favorite rock when the big dog ambled out of the orchard. He looked up at the boys and began to run in circles at the foot of the hill.
“What’s he d...oing?” Peter wondered.
Martin frowned. “I think he’s doing what sheepdogs do when they’re working,” he said. “They run in circles and round up the sheep. Only he doesn’t have any sheep.”
“He could have us,” Peter said suddenly. “We could let him round us up, and maybe we’d get close enough to pet him.”
They ran down the hill, but as soon as they reached the bottom, the sheepdog darted back into the orchard. He waited for them to follow, then dashed away again.MoreLess
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